Aug 13, 2016 | Fiction |
Mr Olderglough stole a glance at the contents of Lucy’s valise. “Where is your day suit, boy?” “I haven’t one, sir.” “What – do you mean?” “I mean that I am not in possession of a day suit, sir.” “Well, what do you have in the way of evening attire, then?” “This is my...
Aug 10, 2016 | Fiction |
Later, as he sat on his balcony eating the dog, Dr Robert Laing reflected on the unusual events that had taken place within this huge apartment building during the previous three months. Now that everything had returned to normal, he was surprised that there had been...
Jul 16, 2016 | Fiction |
daydream delusion limousine eyelash oh baby with your pretty face drop a tear in my wine glass look at those big eyes on your face see what you mean to me sweet cakes and milkshakes I’m a delusion angel I’m a fantasy parade I want you to know what I think don’t want...
Jun 25, 2016 | Fiction |
Narayan found it unbearable to listen to or watch their troubled preparations. He doubted if anything he said would make a difference. Pretending he was going down to the shop, he slipped out the back to their neighbour and told him of the planned flight. “Is he...
Jun 3, 2016 | Fiction |
On my notebooks from school On my desk and the trees On the sand on the snow I write your name On every page read On all the white sheets Stone blood paper or ash I write your name On the golden images On the soldier’s weapons On the crowns of kings I write your name...
May 28, 2016 | Fiction |
Five years pass, five years searching for an explanation, going back over everything, over the circumstances that shaped her, the people and the events that influenced her, and none of it adequate to begin to explain the bombing until he remembers the Buddhist monks,...
